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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.