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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.