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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Slave,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.