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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.