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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Marvin Gaye to the dance 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.