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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 David McCallum to the rap 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.