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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.