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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
The Evens,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.