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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Organ,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
The Associates,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.