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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Connie Case,
AZ,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.