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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
JFA,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.