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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.