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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Lou Christie to the grunge 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.