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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
John Cale,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.