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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.