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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.