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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.