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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Pole,
Franke,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.