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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.