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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Sonics to the punk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler 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?
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.