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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.