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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.