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 Czech Republic 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Echospace,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.