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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.