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 Burundi and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.