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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Black Dice to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.