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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
the Association,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.