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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.