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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.