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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Lalann,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.