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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
The Cure,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.