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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.