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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the funk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Association,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.