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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 Glasgow and Portland.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.