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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
John Cale,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.