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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.