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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.