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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Prince Buster 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.