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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.