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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.