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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Wake to the funk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
MDC,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.