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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.