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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.