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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.