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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Raincoats 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.