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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.