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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.