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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.