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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.