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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 electroclash 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.