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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.