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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.