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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.