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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.