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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Aswad,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.