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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.