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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.