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 Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.