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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
JFA,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.