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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
AZ,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.