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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 harpsichord 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 Vainqueur to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Rekid,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.