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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Trumans Water 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.