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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.