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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.