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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Mojo Men to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.