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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.