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 South and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.