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 Syria 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Martian to the dance 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.