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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.