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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.