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 Estonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.