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 Ghana 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Rakim,
UT,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.