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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.