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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Divine Comedy to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.