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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.