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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.