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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Visage,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.