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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.