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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Index,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.