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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.