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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.