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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.