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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
New Order,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
ABC,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.