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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.