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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Evens to the rap 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.