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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.