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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.