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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.