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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Crime,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.