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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.