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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.