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 Malaysia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.