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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.