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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.