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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.