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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Pagans to the punk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.