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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.