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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the techno 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.