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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.