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 Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
MC5,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.