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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.