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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.