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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.