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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.