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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.