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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.