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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.