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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily 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?
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.