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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.