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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Index,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
10cc,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.