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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Mars,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.