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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.