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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci 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?
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.