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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.