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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.