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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.