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 India and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.