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 Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
The Litter,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.