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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.