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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Cameo to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Crime,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.