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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.