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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Index,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Roxette,
The Index,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.