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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 ABC to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.