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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Unwound,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.