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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Television,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.