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 Sudan 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.