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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.