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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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?
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.