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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.