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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Index,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Pylon,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.