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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 The Angels of Light 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Darondo,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.