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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.