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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.