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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Interpol 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.