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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Can,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.