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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.