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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.