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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 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 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 The American Breed to the dance 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.