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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
The Index,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.