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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.