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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the funk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.