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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Mars,
Magma,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.