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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the rap 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.