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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.