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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.