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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.