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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.