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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Five Americans to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
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.