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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Erasure to the rap 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.