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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eli Mardock to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
PIL,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.