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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.