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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Buzzcocks to the rap 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.