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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.