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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.