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 Haiti 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.