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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.