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 France and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.