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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.