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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sex Pistols to the grime 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.