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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.