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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
AZ,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Wire,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.