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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.