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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
the Association,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
CMW,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.