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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.