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 Burundi and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.