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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.