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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.