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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.