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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Television,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.