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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.