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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.