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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sun Ra 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.