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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.