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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 The Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.