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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
The Evens,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.