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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.