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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.