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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.