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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.