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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.