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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the rap 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.