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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.