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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 marimba 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.