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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.