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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.