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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.