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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.