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 Denmark 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 harpsichord 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
The Residents,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.