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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.