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 Botswana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.