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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.