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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.