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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Niagra 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.