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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 ABC to the electroclash 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.