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 Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.