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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.