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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
The Searchers,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.