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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.