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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Motorama to the jazz 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.