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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
X-101,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Slave,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.