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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.