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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.