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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.