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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.