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 Barbados 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.