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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Cameo,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.