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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.