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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Angry Samoans to the rap 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Brick,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.