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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.