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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
June Days,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.