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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.