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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.