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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.