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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the disco 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.