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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.