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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Organ,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
a-ha,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.