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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 organ 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
New Order,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.