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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 the Germs to the rock 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Cymande,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.