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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
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.