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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Quantec 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.