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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.