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 San Marino and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the grime 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
The Index,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.