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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.