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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.