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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Neu!,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.