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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.