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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.