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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.