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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 The Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.