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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Lalann,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.