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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the grunge 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.