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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.