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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Q65,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.