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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.