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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the jazz 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.