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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.