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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.