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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.