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 Gambia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.