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 Angola and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.