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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the jazz 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.