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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.