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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.