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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Marine Girls to the grunge 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Franke,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.