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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.