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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.