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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Music Machine to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.