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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.