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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Can,
the Sonics,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.