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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
MDC,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.