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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.