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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.