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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.