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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.