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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Scion,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.