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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.