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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.