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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.