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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Scion,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.