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 Egypt and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Invisible 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.