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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.