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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gong to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.