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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.