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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.