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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.