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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Kinks to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.