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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.