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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.