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 France and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.