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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.