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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.