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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.