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 Solomon Islands 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.