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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.