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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.