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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.