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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 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?
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.