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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.