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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.