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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.