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 Maldives 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.