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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.