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 Austria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
The Litter,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.