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 New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.