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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.