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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Blackbyrds to the disco 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.