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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.