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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Pus to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.