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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.