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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Mighty Diamonds 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.