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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Deakin,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.