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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.