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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
This Heat,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.