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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.