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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.