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 France and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Television,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.