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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.