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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.