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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.