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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.