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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.