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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.