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 Nepal 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Scan 7 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.