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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Inner City,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.