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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the disco 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.