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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.