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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.