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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.