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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.