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 Suriname and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.