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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.