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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.