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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.