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 Japan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.