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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 spring reverb 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
MC5,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.