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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 The Cure to the jazz 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.