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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.