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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.