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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Scion,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.