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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the grime 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.