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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.