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 China and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.