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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.