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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.