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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.