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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Swans,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Index,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.