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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Scion,
Gong,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.