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 Oman and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.