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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 The Toasters to the rap 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.