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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.