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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 marimba 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 Warsaw to the punk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.