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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 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 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.