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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.