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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.