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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.