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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Flesh Eaters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.