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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.