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 Guatemala 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.