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 Philippines and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
JFA,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.