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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
The Remains,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.