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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.