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 Cyprus 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.