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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.