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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.