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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.