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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.