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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.