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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.