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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.