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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.