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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Nico,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.