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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
MDC,
JFA,
AZ,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.