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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Pantytec to the electroclash 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.