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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.