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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
UT,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
June Days,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.