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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Popol Vuh 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
UT,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.