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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.