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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.