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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.