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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Oneida,
The Index,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.