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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.