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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Joey Negro 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
JFA,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.