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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bar-Kays to the techno 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.