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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.