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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.