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 Burundi 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.