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 Marshall Islands 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.