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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Music Machine 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.