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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.