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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.