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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.