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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 Copenhagen and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.