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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 The Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.