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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.