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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 the Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.