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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Offenders to the rap 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.