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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Oneida,
JFA,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.