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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.