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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.