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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.