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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.