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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron 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?
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.