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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.