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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.