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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
ABC,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.