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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
CMW,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.