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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.