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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the grunge 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.