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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.