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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.