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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.