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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.