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 United States and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.