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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Human League 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.