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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 Accadde A to the dance 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.