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 Chad and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
10cc,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.