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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Symarip,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.