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 France and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.