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 Burundi and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.