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 Benin 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.