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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.