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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.