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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.