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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.