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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Magazine to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.