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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Metal Thangz 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.