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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.