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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.