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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.