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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.