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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Motions to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.