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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.