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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.