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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.