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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.