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 South and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.