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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Franke to the rock 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.