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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.