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 Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.