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 Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.