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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
the Association,
X-102,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.