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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the punk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Scion,
Deakin,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.