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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Suicide,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.