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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Martian,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.