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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Q65,
X-101,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.