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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Smog,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.