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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.