Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
CMW,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.