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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Godley & Creme to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Can,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.