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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.