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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 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?
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.