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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.