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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.