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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Arthur Verocai 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.