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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.