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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Scientists,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.