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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.