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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
AZ,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.