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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.