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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.