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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Wire,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.