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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.