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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.