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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music 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?
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.