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 Libya 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.