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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.