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 Turkey 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Blake Baxter to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.