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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.