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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.