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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.