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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.