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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.