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 Belgium and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.