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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.