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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.