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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cowsills to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.