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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Zapp,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.