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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.