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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.