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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cymande to the dance 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Pole,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.