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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.