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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.