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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 spring reverb 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.