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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Drexciya to the jazz 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.