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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Angels of Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.