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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
the Germs,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.