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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.