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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.