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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Magma,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.