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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Quando Quango to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.