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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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-101 to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.