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 Chile and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.