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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.