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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.