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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 Spokane and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.