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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.