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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.