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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Brass Construction,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.