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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.