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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.