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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.