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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.