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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 Halifax and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bauhaus to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.