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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.