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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 The Doors to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.