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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.