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 Jordan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.