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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.