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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
MC5,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.