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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.