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 South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.