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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine 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?
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.