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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cowsills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.