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 Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.