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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Rapeman,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.