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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Magma,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.