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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Monks,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.