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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Pole,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.