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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.