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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.