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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Techniques to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.