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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.