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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.