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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Interpol,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.