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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Crime,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.