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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.