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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.