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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.