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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.