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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.