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 Pakistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.