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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.